Even if he was angry, Liu Yifei dared not do anything. If it were Wu Peifu's Zhi army, Feng Yuxiang's National Army, or Sun Chuanfang's Zhejiang army, he would have the courage to fight, but the opposite side was British, and it would be impossible to beat him. Even if he won, no one could afford to cause diplomatic disputes.

Those who surrounded others suddenly became surrounded by others. This was a bad feeling. The 24th Brigade was an elite Fengtian army. All the members were from the three northeastern provinces. They were good at field battles and had little experience in street fighting. In addition, they were not adapted to the humid and hot climate in the south, so Liu Yifei had no confidence at all.

It was enough to deal with Chen Zikun, but he was taken away by the British soldiers. What's even more annoying is that the 44th Brigade, who had agreed to come to reinforce, had no shadow, so this battle could not be fought.

Liu Yifei rushed into a shop with his adjutant, picked up the phone and shook it hard, intending to report to the division commander Xing Shilian, but the phone could not be reached. He had no choice but to send someone to report the letter, and wrote a military newspaper, calling the orderly soldier and said, "Tell the letter to Commander Xing."

The orderly officer said: "Brig Commander, I don't know the road."

Liu Yifei was furious: "You can't remember what you have walked along the way?"

The orderly said: "There are too many roads to remember."

Not to mention the orderly soldiers can't remember it, even Brigade Commander Liu himself can't remember it. Shanghai is too big, more than three times larger than Fengtian City. The soldiers come from the vast Northeast Plain, and it would be strange if they are not confused in the narrow Shanghai alley.

"Forget it, get out." Liu Yifei repelled the orderly soldiers and picked up the telescope again to check the enemy situation. The enemy soldiers looked around on the roofs on the streets and alleys, and all roads were blocked. If they really wanted to fight, the 24th Brigade was afraid of great losses. The soldiers were not afraid of death and injuries, but such unnecessary casualties could be avoided.

He immediately ordered: "Everyone is optimistic about the guy in his hand, close the insurance, and whoever takes the fire will shoot him." Then he went to the enemy camp again and asked Chen Zikun for reconciliation.

But Chen Zikun was not there, only Xue Bin, the captain of the Smoking and Law Enforcement Corps, and Liu Yifei said politely: "Captain Xue, Adjutant Gao, I figured it out, it's better to implement the order of the young marshal and lead the troops to withdraw."

Gao Liangzhan said, "Brig Commander Liu, that's right. Let's say something from our hearts. This Fengtian world is not the young marshal. How can you do it against him?"

Liu Yifei said: "Yes, yes, yes, Adjutant Gao is insightful, brothers retreat first, and apologize to the commander of the army another day."

Xue Bin said: "Don't worry, the British behind you, I'll block you."

Liu Yifei was so grateful that he burst into tears: "Capital Xue, be righteous!"

The 24th Brigade dispatched 800 soldiers this time, and the Smoking and Law Enforcement Corps gave up a road for them to evacuate. Liu Yifei was not suspected of being a fraud. When he led the team to pass, suddenly rows of rifles came out from the roofs on both sides of the street. The soldiers of the Smoking and Law Enforcement Corps raised their grenades and shouted condescendingly: "Stop the gun and don't kill them!"

The Feng army's column was cut off and surrounded by division. The team could not be unfolded. If you fight a trapped beast, you can only die. Liu Yifei gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "Surrender!"

He planned to pay off other people's weapons, but the gun was seized by others. Liu Yifei was so frustrated. Fortunately, the Smoking Law Enforcement Corps did not do anything to them, but just took over the weapons and held the people in one place. The officers above the major and above were still serving them.

At the same time, in the British Consulate, Sir Baldwin looked out from the window on the second floor. Zhang Xueliang and Soong Mei-ling were sitting on the bench on the lawn chatting. Miss Song San giggled from time to time, looking very good.

The second secretary came to report: "The police station failed to stop Chen Zikun. This guy actually ordered the shooting. Fortunately, he did not hurt anyone. Mr. Consul, what should we do?"

"No, no, he injured people, killed a police officer and injured three soldiers of the Shang regiment. It is necessary for us to protest the strongest protest to the Beijing Provisional Government and demand that they immediately remove Chen Zikun from his post and investigate." Sir Baldwin said.

"I understand, let's do it now." Ermi smiled and turned around.

Sir Baudway looked at Zhang Xueliang in the yard again. The young general was reciting Tagore's poems in broken English with emotion.

"I wish you will not be lonely tonight, my general." Baldwin raised his wine glass coldly, and wished Zhang Shaoshang in the distance with contempt.

...

Shanghai Garrison Commander Xing Shilian, who also served as the commander of the 20th Division of the Northeast Army, came to Shanghai this time, and made some painstaking arrangements to transfer the former Su-Anhui pacification envoy Lu Yongxiang as the commander-in-chief of the army, Zhang Zongchang withdrew from Shandong to serve as the governor, Jiangsu's territory was given to the steady and reliable Yang Yuting, and Shanghai's security mission was handed over to the veteran Xing Shilian with meticulous and serious work.

In the combat command room of Longhua Security Command, Xing Shilian looked at the map on the wall and felt a headache. The situation in Shanghai was too complicated. The administrative areas were divided into public concessions, French concessions, Zhabei and Nanshi, which are the so-called three realms and four directions. The entire concession was protected by roads, trenches, and barbed wire. When people from the Chinese concessions went to the concession, they had to pass through the gate guarded by the police. The Zhong** team could not enter the concession. If they wanted to transfer troops from Nanshi to Zhabei, they had to go around a lot.

Marshal Zhang had a secret order. The final task of the Shanghai Garrison Commander was to completely squeeze Chen Zikun's power out of Shanghai. It would be best to defeat others without fighting. If it was absolutely necessary, they could meet each other. The Jiangdong Army had more than a thousand armed forces in Shanghai, known as the Smoking Law Enforcement Corps, but was actually an elite infantry regiment. Xing Shilian sent two brigades to suppress them with a thunderous force, and the chances of victory were in hand.

Xing Shilian had not slept yet, just waiting for the good news ahead. Suddenly, the adjutant pushed the door and came in and reported: "Battle Commander Zhao of the 44th Brigade called and said he could not contact the 24th Brigade and could not take action."

"Can a whole voyage run away or lose it?" Xing Shilian was furious, but he felt a little uneasy.

After a moment, another staff officer came to report: "Brigate Commander Zhao called and said that he had taken over the brothers of the 24th Brigade, and Brigade Commander Liu and others had been captured."

Xing Shilian was shocked. He wanted to deal with Chen Zikun without bloodshed, but he was bitten by someone. He paced back and forth in the command room, and his mind quickly turned. Although Chen Zikun had only more than a thousand troops, he was responsible for the ban on smoking and law enforcement. He was very familiar with the terrain in the city of Shanghai. He was not familiar with the geographical situation at night and was not familiar with the geographical situation. He immediately stopped at the trail: "Tell Zhao Minggao and set up defenses on the spot."

The staff officer was stunned: "What about?"

"Then stand by me!" Xing Shilian grabbed the teacup and smashed it over.

...

In the morning, Zhang Xueliang was still sleeping soundly. A ray of morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains, shining on the snow-white bed sheets. Last night, he and Miss Song San chatted very late and had a good chat, but they still failed. The young man in the big bed room of Huizhong Hotel was in vain.

The door was gently knocked, and after a while, the door opened, sorghum stalks came in gently, and called in a low voice: "Young Marshal, wake up."

The answer to him was a string of snoring.

Soraguchi picked up the alarm clock at the head of the bed and turned it around, and it started to make noise. Zhang Xueliang opened his eyes and scolded: "It's damn it."

"Legislative Commander, Marshal Chen is here." Sorghum Stem said.

Zhang Xueliang was stunned for a moment. Chen Zikun, who had been talking to Song San for a night last night, couldn't help but smiled with a self-deprecating smile and said, "Please come in."

When Chen Zikun came in, Zhang Xueliang was already brushing his teeth in the bathroom in his pajamas and asked vaguely: "What's going on early in the morning?"

"It's not a big deal. There was a little conflict last night, and our troops seized the gun from the 24th Brigade." Chen Zikun smiled.

Zhang Xueliang hurriedly spit out the foam in his mouth: "What!"

...

Liu Yifei and his officers were having breakfast, with big pancakes, fried dough sticks, tofu flowers, and complained about how to put sugar in the tofu brain in the south, and then he shouted: "The commander is here, stand at attention!"

Everyone jumped up in a conditioned manner, with their hands pressed against the trousers standing straight. Chen Zikun and Zhang Xueliang, dressed in military uniform, walked over surrounded by the adjutant's majesty. Chen Dashuai smiled and said, "Brothers, thank you for your hard work. The flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple. The people below will not do anything. They have neglected Brigade Commander Liu, which is a crime."

Zhang Xueliang's face looked ugly and he didn't say a word. After all, the 24th Brigade was an elite Feng army. It was embarrassing to let people disarm without firing a shot.

Liu Yifei is also in his thirties, so how could he not understand the mystery? But if someone gives him a face, he has to continue. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's all misunderstandings, misunderstandings."

Chen Zikun said: "Hanqing, the brothers from the 24th Brigade and the guns and bullets are here, you can count them."

Zhang Xueliang smiled and said, "I can't believe you?"

Chen Zikun said: "The soldiers from the 44th Brigade across the street, and they also ran to Zhabei in the middle of the night, which is probably a misunderstanding."

Brigade Commander Liu and others lowered their heads in shame.

Zhang Xueliang said: "Brother Kunwu, let me speak with you."

Chen Zikun followed him to the place where no one was. Zhang Xueliang said earnestly: "Zikun, it's useless to say anything now, because I don't know the situation at all. Give me a day and I'll give you a satisfactory answer."

"Hanqing, I can trust you." Chen Zikun patted Zhang Xueliang on the shoulder.

The next thing was much simpler. Zhang Xueliang came to the position of the 44th Brigade and severely scolded them. Then he released the prisoners here, returned them with weapons and ammunition to Zhao, and the army lined up to return to Longhua station.

At the Longhua Security Command, Zhang Xueliang rushed in angrily, and Xing Shilian followed behind with a bitter face and explained: "Captain of the Legion, I am also ordered to act."

"What a mess of orders? Our Feng army came to Shanghai to help student workers seek justice, not from each other. What's the matter with the sending troops around the Smoking-Ban Enforcement Corps in the middle of the night? Even if you are ordered, you have to communicate with me, right? I'm doing it on my back and being taken away by someone. Where can I put my face? How can I see people in the future?"

After venting a storm of anger, Zhang Xueliang was in a better mood and said, "Old Xing, I am not targeting you. What we did is really not authentic."

Xing Shilian said: "I know, but those who accomplish great things do not care about the details. If you spend everything, you will lose your inner thoughts. The old coach has his own reasons for making such arrangements."

Zhang Xueliang said: "Dissing the Federation of Trade Unions, martial law, and banning strikes is completely surrendering to foreigners, where does it come from?"

A loud and powerful voice came from outside: "Young Marshal, wait for me to tell you slowly."

Zhang Xueliang was shocked: "Why is Senator Yang coming?"

The person who came was Yang Yuting, the general senator of the Fengtian Army. He strode into the living room. The big horse golden knife sat on the chair of the Grand Master. He took the hot towel served by the orderly soldiers and wiped his hands, covered his face, and said, "I am the supervisor of Jiangsu, and Shanghai is my jurisdiction. Can't I come?"

Zhang Xueliang's face darkened. He originally planned to let Guo Songling take over the position in Jiangsu, so why did he let Yang Yuting snatch it away?

Yang Yuting said: "Young Marshal, we have achieved great results in the negotiations in Beijing, so the strike in Shanghai can end."

Zhang Xueliangqi said: "What is the result? Isn't it just to take back the trial office and remove several police officers from office? This can be considered a huge result?"

Yang Yuting laughed: "Of course not. The great powers agreed to increase the tariff rate. This is real money. Young marshal, you may not know that our country's tariffs, salt tax is in charge of foreigners, and the largest fiscal revenue is only those few yuan. Guan Yu, Yan Yu, and the refund of the Gengzi. After the great powers raised the tax rate, the money leaked in their fingers is not a small amount. We have gained benefits and have a lot of money, and it doesn't matter if we lose some face. Besides, the strike is a matter of **. Let them do it nonsense, it's not a solution. It's time to take care of it."

Zhang Xueliang was silent. Customs, salt affairs, and railways were all in the hands of the great powers, and these should have been controlled by a sovereign state itself. The authorities were so happy to pick out a little leftover from the fingers of foreigners. What a sadness.

Looking at Yang Yuting's proud face again, I suddenly felt disgusting.

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